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Emmanellain de Fortemps
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Mind you, punching anyone who's not armed and/or asking for it is a bit off-color, but refusing a good solid dare is for WEENIES and Rosalind motherfucking Pytte is MOST ASSUREDLY NOT A WEENIE. An Ishgardian nose is hardly a sacrifice at all to uphold a pugilist's reputation and integrity and what all.]
Look alive!
[Is literally all the warning he's getting before a Highlander lady just fucking decks him.]
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[ And down Emmanellain goes, and down he stays, wincing even if it's going to earn him the title of weeniest weenie.
This feels painfully familiar, emphasis on painful. What is it with people wanting to punch him, what has he done to deserve it?!
Besides... certain things, poor choices here and there, merely opening his mouth to speak... ]
Was that truly necessary?!
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[as she sniffs, and shakes out the fingers on her punching hand.]
Nothing personal meant, milord. Only a reputation matter.
[Have you ever heard a "milord" more apathetic to the sentiment behind the title in your life.
~adventurers~]
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[ Her explanation convinces Emmanellain that someone has apparently hired her services as... not quite an assassin. Sitting up at last, he starts to scoot backward, away from her. ]
Well, all Ishgard would mourn my passing, I'll have you know! Think of my... er, wife and children?
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['Bo fuckin shit you have kids my dude. Her eyes do kind of flicker up to his face with a glint of manic disbelief, like she's willing to entertain the possibility but on the verge of saying something even snarkier about it if true.]
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I can see you don't believe me — I can't imagine why, but I suppose investigating your mark wasn't part of your contract... Anyway! Now that you've completed your mission, might we part ways, you'll get your coin, I'll keep all my limbs and so forth? Surely you needn't go further than that impressive first blow you landed on me?
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[it twigs, and, honestly, someone thinking she's some kind of hired assassin is like the best compliment she's ever gotten. One corner of her mouth does a little dance.]
You're saying I can't take another, and try for better than just "impressive"? Crying shame, that.
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There's no need, is there? Why, if I were in your place, I would think it a job well done as it is, and insist upon my reward! A well-deserved break, perhaps?
[ Then Emmanellain summons the courage to peek past his arms. ]
...I don't suppose you're willing to tell me who sent you and why?
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[She can do him one better, actually, and just hand off the written request, having no need of it anymore. There's an accurate but unflattering description of him, and some precautions on not starting an international incident that allude to his status but dance around the point of who exactly he is.
It's an awfully rumpled, scribbly bit of paper. Possibly written on a whim. Definitely petty as hell.]
For coin like that you'd be a fool to not forget the face. Could've been three sheep stacked under a coat, for all I'll say.